Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2021 14:20:13 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 96b

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`Gentlemen, there are a few more things I wish to show you'

Gary removed a book from the bookcase by the fire place, he slipped his
hand into the empty space and there was an audible click; a section of the
book case dropped backward; Gary turned to us, all of us with now stupefied
looks on our faces; as he pushed open a hidden door.

`Gentlemen follow me'

Athol leapt out of his chair

`Wow, I never knew about this'

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 96b


Archie continues the story


Athol had joined Gary and was peering into the dark of the opening, rapidly
asking a hundred questions, which Gary was trying his best to answer,
finally Gary exclaimed

`Well hang on lets show you'

He turned to Forts and Davy

`Can you two grab those two oil lamps'

I handed them a box of matches and soon the glow from the wicks illuminated
the room. Davy handed his lamp to Gary, he grinned at us and vanished
through the bookcase. Athol was next, then Malcolm, Forts, Davy and me
bringing up the rear; we found ourselves in a narrow corridor the wooden
walls of the staff room on one side and the cold stone of the Castle walls
on the other.

`Wow, another priest hole'

Davy muttered

`No, no this is so much more, this way'

Gary's voice sounded excited yet mysterious.

`Are you sure it is safe?

Athol, tapped the walls, Gary nodded.

`Well Brookmeyer has slipped once, but that was because he wasn't paying
attention'

`Brookmeyer? He knows about this? who else?

Well just Brookmeyer and me know the full extent, chaps these tunnels cover
most of the castle. Athol glanced at me

`I think we have found out, how stuff has been leaking'

He turned back to Gary

`So, you could stand here and listen and no one would know you're there?

`Yes, something like that'

Forts pushed forward

`So, this how you managed to get into our room and stop the Pilot'

`Yeap'

Gary nodded smiling

`Come on follow me, this way, you must see this'

I heard Athol speaking to Malcolm

`Did you know about all this?

`To be honest Athol, I didn't know how extensive it all was, Gary has been
keeping me informed about all his recent discoveries, but they just seem to
keep going on and on'

Athol sounded stunned

`I just can't believe I didn't know about it all, why didn't Dad tell me?

Malcolm took Athol's hand

`Don't hate him son. I am honestly not sure your dad realised the extent of
the tunnels, he told you about the priest holes, I wonder if he only
discovered the tunnels after you left and the two of you weren't
communicating anymore'

Athol, nodded and turned back to Gary

`So how many entrances are their into the Castle from back here?

Gary turned illuminating a spiral stone staircase.

`To be honest, I am not sure, I haven't found them all; I don't think, come
on follow me, you must see this'

We all descended the tight stone spiral, Gary held up his lamp as he
entered the corridor at the bottom.

`SHIT'

Athol staggered back into Malcolm, as Gary gave a chuckle

`Yes they frightened the life out of Brookmeyer the first time too; he
dropped his bloody candle and ran'

Gary was laughing as he illuminated the two suits of armour, with their
swords held high. Malcolm reached out and touched one of the figures

`Looks like your dad kept his sense of humour, he would be laughing
thinking he had frightened the shit out of us'

I glanced at Athol; I wasn't sure he found it funny at all.

`This way'

Gary stopped and held up his lamp at an ornately carved door frame, the
door ancient and covered with black iron studs. Gary smiled

`Athol, welcome to our fathers secret study'

Malcolm gasped

`So, it does exist, many a time I couldn't find your father, this was where
he was in all likelihood'

Gary nodded,

`There is a door way out into the basement of the Castle just over there,
he wouldn't have had to come all the way we just have'

Gary pulled out a key from his sporran and with a flourish, placed it into
the old lock; a loud metallic clunk, and with us all watching, he slowly
and dramatically swung it open. We all pushed forward to see

`It's empty'

Forts sounded disappointed. We were looking into a smallish room, with a
barrelled ceiling and flaking white washed walls. I glanced round

`It looks like it was once an old storeroom, judging by the room and size'

Gary nodded and turned back to Fort's

`Ahh Fort's; that's what I thought first time, but in you come and then you
will see a door has been cut through here, we all followed Gary and Fort's

`Wow, Dad, Davy you have to see this'

Gary and Davy held up their lamps; we were in a large room, nearly a copy
of the staffroom upstairs, even down to the marble fireplace. A large oak
desk was set to one side and a beautiful painting hung from the walls
looking down at us.

Athol stood and stared at it; Malcolm walked up beside him

`I have never seen this Malcolm'

`No, your father had it painted while you were away, he loved you Athol, he
was just of a different generation and after he caught you and Archie and
acted like he did; he couldn't work out a way to get you back'

Athol, shook his head

`He didn't even try'

`Would you have spoken if he had; you were pretty hot headed yourself. You
had both hurt each other in ways most of us cannot imagine and then with
the early death of your mother and your refusal to return to the Castle;
well, it broke his heart, more and more he relied on Mr Finlay'.

Athol interrupted

`That's him in the picture isn't it? Who is the other figure with him?

`Athol, there is so much you were not aware of, Mr Finlay was gay, that was
his lover, he was killed in the First World War, it broke Finlay's heart,
darkened it into something bad and broken, but your dad couldn't bare
losing another close friend, so he turned a blind eye to Finlay's
subsequent excesses'

Athol was shaking his head

`I always remembered him as a kindly man, then he changed; I was never told
why, that's why I let him get away with murder when I moved the school
here; well until he attacked Forts, that is'

Malcolm sighed

`Yes, I heard about that; don't judge him to harshly Athol;'

Athol spun round

`To harshly? He raped Forts and beat him black and blue'

`Athol, he had lost his very reason for living; I don't think he ever loved
anything or anyone again, even Gary wasn't immune to his interferences; if
you know what I mean'

`Did I hear my name mention?

Gary joined them looking at the painting, Athol looked round

`Fort's son, what about this painting? What do you think?

Before he could say anything Davy joined them

`Are you going to move it upstairs Athol?

Athol smiled

`Not sure Davy, I might have, if it hadn't had Mr Finlay on it, I suppose
it is up to Forts?'

Gary who had been standing quietly watching and listening, as we moved
around the room, moved to the large desk.

`Athol, there is something here, I think you should see'

Athol joined him.

`It's dads diary, I think you should read it; maybe it will shed some light
on things for you'

`Have you read it?

Gary shook his head

`I have sat down to many times, but have never been strong enough to open
it'

I could see Athol nod; he was conflicted too and slightly suspicious, he
opened the front cover; and read the dedication; that was definitely his
father's handwriting, his fingers delicately touched the page and followed
the script. I went over to him; he gave me a thoughtful little smile as he
looked up at me.

`Dads diary?'

I fixed my eyes on his

`I don't know if I want to read it or not?

I put my arm round him, seeing his inward struggle

`Maybe it will lay some ghosts to rest'

He gave a little nod, Gary stepped forward

`Why not take it with you, have a read'

Athol obviously had something on his mind, he gave a cough.

`Gentlemen, I would rather the existence of these tunnels remained known
only to us, can I have all of your word, that you will tell no one about
them? Gary, I want you to speak to Brookmeyer too, this applies to
everyone'


**


Lance takes up the story – (you remember the American soldier)


`Hey Greg our little friends are back... hello Downton, Talon and who are
these two?'

The one called Downton pushed forward two other boys.

`This is Bryant and Jones'

`Geeze you limeys are so funny what's your first names, come to think of
it, I don't even know yours or Talon's'

Downton let out a sigh

`We don't use our first names, but his is Colin, he is George, Talon's is
Richard and mine is Henry'

`Well pleased to meet you all boys, what are you all up to'

`We thought we would come and see, what you were all doing'

Talon kicked some dirt

`Wow are those outside showers?

`Yes, we got bored coming up to the Castle just to have a shower, do you
want to see them?

`We are not allowed to shower outside'

I leant towards him and gave his arse a slap, he giggled but didn't stop me
placing my hand on his beautiful butt. He looked back at me

`We are going back to the castle to have showers now'

I turned back to Greg

`What do you think?

He was already out of his chair, he sniffed his pitts.

`Sounds like shower time to me'


*


Once in the shower block there was a race between Greg and I to get
undressed first; I won. It's bizarre but true; I still got a kick out of
seeing naked men, just like I had as a boy. Now as a grown up, what was
even better, was knowing all the younger guys were watching you. I glanced
round the room, several eyes looked away and then surreptitiously glanced
back over as I stood naked; I liked to give them a show; wishing someone
had done that for me as a boy.

The boys young face's unable to remain emotionless, giving away their
excitement at seeing a naked adult male body. I remembered being the same,
trying to catch glimpses of my father and brothers as they had bathed in
the old tin slipper bath, in front of the fire, when I was around there
age. I chuckled to myself as I remembered it had taken some planning and
not a little acting to get the glimpses I craved; I was the youngest so was
supposed to bath first, I used to come up with all sorts of excuses and
delays until dad would get fed up and would get in before me. Then I would
get to see his thick cut cock; he would always give himself a scratch
before he lowered himself into the water; my three older brothers all
standing hands covering the family jewels waiting their turn; ahh memories.

A rolled towel stung my arse cheek, as Greg showed his aim was still
perfect.

`Come on Lance, get your butt in here'

I laughed and ran into the water joining Greg and the four squealing boys.


**


Athol takes up the story


Well, it had been quite an evening; we had all returned to the staffroom
intending to complete our explorations tomorrow; after a few more drinks
Malcolm had headed home. Gary had volunteered to give him a lift, Forts and
Davy were snuggled up on the couch and my Archie had fallen asleep in the
chair in front of the fire. I was sat at my desk, the diary in front of me;
I stroked the leather binding; still unsure, I wanted to know its contents;
I had felt all night that Malcolm and Gary too had been challenging my
perceptions of my father; Could I be that wrong about him? If I was, what
could I do about it now? I took a deep breath.

`Are you okay Dad?'

Forts came up behind me and put his arm round my shoulders, I patted his
hand.

`Davy asleep too?

He nodded, grinning

`Yes a couple of light-weights, can I get you one more?

`That would be great son, you have one too'

He gave me a wink and headed for the drinks cabinet; I heard the chink of
the crystal decanter's stopper being removed and the glugging noise the
golden liquid made as it splashed into the bottom of the cut glass
tumblers.

He placed one down beside me

`Have you still not opened it?

I shook my head

`I am not sure I want to know what it says, it's a truth but who's'

`Have you even checked what year it started?

I shook my head again

`Shall we look at it together?

I gave him a funny look.

`Come on dad, shove up, I am not to big to sit on your knee'

Fort's forced himself on to my lap, one arm round my shoulders.

`Come on, let's at least see when he started it'

I swallowed hard and opened the thick book; I saw the date and scanned the
first entry; I slammed it shut.

`Hey, I haven't finished it yet, it was the old handwriting'

I pushed the book away

`Dad, what is it?

I felt my heart racing, bile rising in my throat.

`It starts on the day I was born'

`What did it say?

Fort's reached for the book

`Come on let me see'

Forts opened the book once more and began to read allowed the first entry.

`6th September 1910 - My life is complete, my darling wife has given me a
son, A SON! He is to be named for my grandfather; He will be Athol, Donald,
Malcolm, MacDonald'

Forts looked up

`But why has it got two red lines through it and then it's been added too,
hang on, it's hard to read'

I glanced down and closed the book again as my stomach flipped.

`It says, I died on the 4th March 1925'

`What? Died?'

`That was the day he caught me with Archie; there, that's what he really
thought; I was dead to him'

Fort's glanced at me

`But there was something else written after that, let me see the book
again'

`Fort's, I really don't want to do this son'

Forts took the diary and opened it again, he squinted at the tiny gothic
script handwriting.

`What does it say? I don't think it is even in English dad'

I looked down, recognising the characters.

`It's not, it's in Gaelic'

`What does it say?

I read the few words, forcing myself to remember the archaic language I had
been made to learn as a child.

`When you read this, you will know you broke my heart, but know this too, I
always loved you Son...then there is May 1935, he died in the June of 1935'

I closed the diary once again.

`So, he always loved you then'

Forts tried to sound upbeat

`Yes, so it would seem, alas he could never tell me face to face'

`Oh Dad, well I love you and always will'

I gave a little chuckle and looked him in the eyes

`Don't lie, you didn't love me much last week either'

`Ahh, that was then'

Fort's squeezed me tightly and kissed my cheek, I turned to face him, our
lips collided, he pulled back and gave me a little smile and then pushed
his mouth back to mine. I hesitated, feeling his tongue pushing, forcing
it's way into my mouth. I pulled back

`Fort's I am not sure we should'

`Well as long as one of us is sure'

He flashed me a Fort's smile and pushed his mouth back to mine; my
resistance crumbled, he lifted himself and moved his other leg to the
outside of mine, he sat, his back to the desk, his legs round my waist on
the chair, his kisses becoming ever more passionate. He leaned hard against
me, the chair seat tilted backwards, we both rocked backwards with it,
together we both jumped and sat up, he grinned at me again.

`Well, this could be fun'

He rocked himself towards me again, I felt something hard push into me.

`Hey is that what I think it is?

`Could be'

He gave a little laugh and resumed kissing me again. Then he stopped and
leapt up,

`What is it?

He took hold of my wrist and pulled me over to the book case, he slipped
the catch and pushed open the hidden door, he winked.

`Come on'

He dragged me into the darkness, forcing me up against the wall, the
bookcase door closed beside us, the click of the lock, rang out in the
empty space.

With his tongue still duelling mine, I felt him fumbling for my kilt
broach, I undid my kilt belt and sporran, my sporran fell to the floor and
as the weight of the kilt, no longer supported by the broach, it too slid
to the floor. He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands firstly
dragging over my shirt as he got to his knees and then, they began pushing
up onto my hairy abs and chest. His face, well it was buried in beside my
balls and thighs, I could hear him breathing deeply, his tongue licking
over my skin, my cock banging off the side of his head hitting my hand as I
guided his mouth over my balls.

I leant back against the wall as his tongue moved to my cock shaft, I felt
momentarily conflicted; I shouldn't be doing this with my son; but the
skill of his tongue licking over the taut skin, soon had my doubt replaced
with moans of pleasure.


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Folk's I am away for two weeks, but I assure you OPP will resume once I am
back, why not Check back and see if you can remember some of the previous
events I mention in this Chapter.

Stay safe Friends

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